Money Up On It - B-Real

Whip smoked out, windows cracked

Smoke billows out

Whoopie in the back

Dipping dab, choking bitches out

Limo tints, painted black

No jokes, we’re about

Everything in fact, I made a pact

Get it in and out

Started in my yard

A few trees, nothing major

Some years later

I be blowing out the fucking flavor

OGs from OGs and more trees

Passing through the valley

Southern Cali

Fucking smell the breeze

Wanna see me?

Make a call to my office

And my nurses make appointments

Take a card for your wallet

I’mma call away

Call on me but don’t

Try to fuck my homie

You’re Tony, I’m Salsa

You fucking little monkey

I got the product

Who want it, who want it

Put your money up on it

Put your money up on it

You know I’m 'bout it

I got it, you want it

Put your money up on it

Put your money up on it

Sitting on stacks, hundred packs

Racks spilling out

Ain’t no babies on the track

Black jack, chipping out

Fitted fucking hat

Greenthumb, and it’s written out

You wonder where I’m at

You silly bum, can’t get it out

I fill out my prescriptions

Anytime for my patients

My survival in the game

It made it hard for you fakers

Take a second, breathe it out

Don’t be reaching for no heaters

See my nurses got you locked

I’ll burn you down and throw the beat on

Rat-a-tat-tat

Body bags in the trunk

Wish you had a body double

When the Doctor calls your number

I know that my new competition

There’s a code that we live with

Don’t be fucking with another’s grind

Mind your position

Come on

I got the product

Who want it, who want it

Put your money up on it

Put your money up on it

You know I’m 'bout it

I got it, you want it

Put your money up on it

Put your money up on it

(I know you want that jet fuel)

Put your money up on it

(You want that Paris OG)

Put your money up on it

(You want that fucking m-dog)

Put your money up on it

(If you fuck with Dr. Greenthumb)

Put your money up on it

Living the life many others would dream

People would kill to be part of the team

Steady we rolling and holding the green

Growing you knowing a part of the theme

Haters to hate when I show them the way

Watching them plotting the paper I chase

Only for soldiers committed

The hustle for nothing

You fronting that bitches I slay

I ball 'til I fall

Get it all

See the Doctor stunting

You could make a call for the loud

It ain’t nothing

See me pushing out

Will spin you in the rear view

Screaming out my name

But the Doctor cannot hear you